Did they dare you to be

what you already were

Your profile kept hidden

unshaken or stirred

To wander in your

unbroken discontent

A path that lies hidden

—by unspoken words

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Defense of freedom

takes a courage

rare and dearly won

 

Through wars endured

with tyrants scourged

and despots on the run

 

The words in place

by Founders Ink

on parchment

closely held

 

As children roam

the halls of light

with precepts

— deeply felt

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Stealing your thoughts

a crime of dispassion

the penalty fatal

my name stays unknown

 

A larcenous caper

whose felony looming

authorities chasing

though lost will they roam

 

Returning your musings

a word to each notion

attached and delivered

through eyes that retake

 

Enlightened resplendence

unfenced by Jehovah

no borrowers promise

— this thief ever makes

 

(The 1^st Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)

The woods never yawned

at the end of my stories

The streams never laughed

when I stuttered in haste

The mountains stood firm

when I lost my last footing

The sky understanding

in joy or disgrace

 

These natural things

forever behold me

Forgiving my weakness

rewarding my nerve

Their arms reaching out

through each change of the season

Pulling me onward

— my voice undeterred

 

(The New Room: March, 2025)

The older

I get

the more

my hunger

for knowledge

grows

 

The more

my hunger

for knowledge

grows

the younger

— I get

 

(The New Room: March, 2025)

Real education

starts

when the university

fades

in your rearview mirror

Its nihilistic

narrative

disappearing

in the mist

Umbilically

the ties

are cut

as light

comes rushing in

The wax of

dead

banal professors

— melting in the past

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

 

 

Worshipping

at the altar

of self-destruction

western man enshrined

 

Paying false homage

to every tree

the forest

in deep decline

 

Losing his place

among God’s creatures

to wander

far and wide

 

Asking flawed questions

running in place

consensus

— ill defined

 

(The 1^st Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)

The Universe had

a beginning …

something caused it

to begin

Measure

with the measured

stones and

stepping akin

Cause and effect

logicians praise

Thomas’ words

like a gun

Space and Time

adopted twins

creating creation

— from zero sum

 

(The New Room: March, 2025)

The Kingdom’s seeds

within his heart

its reign

a heavy stone

The Jester dancing

with the Queen

caught naked

on the throne

 

His back now turned

the Jack of Spades

a dagger

up his sleeve

A palace coup

in bold relief

his lineage

besieged

 

The music stops

the Jester laughs

the Queen cries out

for more

The Princess

in the tower

where her subjects

cry out ‘WHORE’

 

The drawbridge falls

the King is back

his armor

red and stained

The final battle

yet unfought

dark prophecy

— ordained

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)

Many die

to walk unknown

amongst

the living dead

 

Their hearts reclaimed

yet beating still

whose verses

go unread

 

They wander freely

in the night

their chains

relock the grave

 

Awaiting words

you’ve yet to write

to free

— their death enslaved

 

(Calvary Cemetery: February, 2025)